The wooden door
That was always kept shut
Haunted me in my dreams
For everytime he took you inside
You say he would tell you a secret
But deep inside I know you lied
Its gold brass knob
And curved maple ridges
It's presence filled with darkness
Every moment its evil lifted
I would hear you scream and cry
After hours spent behind The Door
He would come out beaten red
You would stand with a fake smile
But you never did confess
Until your fatal death
I found you wrapped in rope
Beaten every inch
My tears dropped on you lifeless body
Your face made me crinch
But now the The Door is left open
Now, my friend, you are free
For there is no darkness at The Door
And there will never be
